The Life & Death Of Whitey Mc'Cracker
Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 10:35 am
i learned lesson in life...i guess im a fight... just cause im white
an blessed with the mic... does it matter? fuck im reppin it right
but it will to some people... in hip hop i feel i'll never be equal
askin cant i be real?... shady did it is there no room for a sequel
at work i free just to advance the time then i get a chance to shine
open mic at a clup in Jerz on da Camden line where they rant & rhyme
i take da train up practice my game... cus i wanna aim up drop insane stuff
i dose off to pac paint a picture... the ghetto, drugs, hate and handcuffs
i get to the spot yawn, stretch my arms, and stand up........
the atmosphere was banging club was tight but my ears were ringing
stares was bringin fear i feel im shrinking dont be scared im thinking
i make my way to the bar quick, only thought grab up the fear.. squash it
cus i gotta get calm.. its then i here mc's dropping that hot shit
i tell myself remember why you came all the way to jersey from maine
quit being a dame... i picked up my remains made a change blurted my name
proceeded ta spit heated verses diseased words out the speakers burstin
into flames and i keep on spurtin and like a beast im working the beat
i was on pace to elongate there faces i contemplate.. mayn they cant all hate
i even here um start ta call my name but this thing happened dat i call fate
i guess i had the right raps i was just the wrong race........
we wasnt battlin but they was dissin my spits... cracker wigga an shit
i started clenchin my fist... mad but fuck... i wasnt hittin at crips
i hear an explosion then commotion i fell forward reality broke in
my skin was broken... a hole in my chest from a gun still smoking
an now im grabbing the sky reaching but there runnin passing me by
my reaction is why he says honky u wasnt rapping just asking to die
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an blessed with the mic... does it matter? fuck im reppin it right
but it will to some people... in hip hop i feel i'll never be equal
askin cant i be real?... shady did it is there no room for a sequel
at work i free just to advance the time then i get a chance to shine
open mic at a clup in Jerz on da Camden line where they rant & rhyme
i take da train up practice my game... cus i wanna aim up drop insane stuff
i dose off to pac paint a picture... the ghetto, drugs, hate and handcuffs
i get to the spot yawn, stretch my arms, and stand up........
the atmosphere was banging club was tight but my ears were ringing
stares was bringin fear i feel im shrinking dont be scared im thinking
i make my way to the bar quick, only thought grab up the fear.. squash it
cus i gotta get calm.. its then i here mc's dropping that hot shit
i tell myself remember why you came all the way to jersey from maine
quit being a dame... i picked up my remains made a change blurted my name
proceeded ta spit heated verses diseased words out the speakers burstin
into flames and i keep on spurtin and like a beast im working the beat
i was on pace to elongate there faces i contemplate.. mayn they cant all hate
i even here um start ta call my name but this thing happened dat i call fate
i guess i had the right raps i was just the wrong race........
we wasnt battlin but they was dissin my spits... cracker wigga an shit
i started clenchin my fist... mad but fuck... i wasnt hittin at crips
i hear an explosion then commotion i fell forward reality broke in
my skin was broken... a hole in my chest from a gun still smoking
an now im grabbing the sky reaching but there runnin passing me by
my reaction is why he says honky u wasnt rapping just asking to die
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